domenica, maggio 05, 2013

London, 1854......A cartoon Pre-Raphaelite.

I am loosing five hours
wages at the Hat shop every time I go to model for him, but I suppose
it's nice to be off my feet……okay…time to look paintable. Eyes closed,
shoulders forward, chin up…hold still, hold still, hold still. "Lovely"
he might say, "loveliness gone from our fallen world" He was always
saying things like that, like a play that I have no lines in….he might
say….Ah, how your face haunts me in your absence….like and angel, those
mornings I might become an angel, Madonna, Beatrice. Although as far as I
could tell I was still only Lizzy…….minding my manners and working at
the Hat Shop. All my flaws might be smoothed away then….oil under the
brush…..pock mark, sour word….gone as if they had never been. And then
he might say something especially poetical, his muse, he'd say, his
dear, his life, his fate, and she would grace him with a smile and his
cheeks would colour and he would smile back and I…..I might say
nothing….nothing at all…..because, I know that, in truth, he was not
addressing me…………….

17 commenti:

Ciao Blanche, what a beautiful form of art this video, I have never seen/heard it before. I think I can't help you with the words (she talks too fast), but I think she tells about her feelings while the painter paints a portrait. She thinks he paints her portrait, but afterwards he didn't paint her but someone else? I don't know if I am right? Anyway I loved to see this video. Thank you for sharing, it is gorgeous.Un abbraccio, Ilona

London fog, an April morning out the window. I am loosing five hours wages at the Hat shop every time I go to model for him, but I suppose it's nice to be off my feet……okay…time to look paintable. Eyes closed, shoulders forward, chin up…hold still, hold still, hold still. "Lovely" he might say, "loveliness gone from our fallen world" He was always saying things like that, like a play that I have no lines in….he might say….Ah, how your face haunts me in your absence….like and angel, those mornings I might become an angel, Madonna, Beatrice. Although as far as I could tell I was still only Lizzy…….minding my manners and working at the Hat Shop. All my flaws might be smoothed away then….oil under the brush…..pock mark, sour word….gone as if they had never been. And then he might say something especially poetical, his muse, he'd say, his dear, his life, his fate, and she would grace him with a smile and his cheeks would colour and he would smile back and I…..I might say nothing….nothing at all…..because, I know that, in truth, he was not addressing me…………….

Oh, thank you, Fiona! Thank you very much!If this is what it says, I write it down, for the moment, only in English, as I've written. The Italian translation made ​​by Google translator is not accurate, would make many corrections to give a correct way in my language. I do not want to risk making mistakes.

Oh I'm so glad to help. Thats the frustrating thing with the Google translate, I think the translation between Italian and English is quite different, French some how works a bit better.

It is such a pretty script and really does help create the story. As you know I love the Pre- Raphaelites too and I so enjoy visiting your blog to look at your beautiful selection of artwork, not to mention your lovely miniatures.

I came back to see if you have found out what was said in the animation, Blanche. Thanks Fiona for the translation. I love to hear what was said too :D! Now I know, it was beautiful. Thank you for sharing Blanche.The Google translator only works from French into English, that is good, but other languages like Dutch trnaslated into Italian or Spanish is very bad :(.Hugs, Ilona

Hello Blanche, thanks for installing the flag widget. I looked for it when you mentioned the translation problem of blogs. The blogspot one was not working, and quite a few people have that broken one!! I hope it works on comments too :D